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Harry Turtledove has spent forty years dismantling reality to see why the wheels come off. Hugo and Sidewise Awards fill his mantle because he breaks facts for a living. Most people call him the Master of Alternate History. That title is just a polite way of saying he is the only man who can make speculative dread feel like a peer-reviewed paper. Now he is applying that same grit to the supernatural. Los Angeles is full of vampires and gremlins. Turtledove lives in the San Fernando Valley and treats these monsters like historical inevitabilities. Ancient demons and the ghosts of history both smell like old paper. Just shadows and copper. This is a pivot by a man who already knows where the bodies are buried.

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A stand-alone novel in the City of Shadows series.

Hardboiled Noir meets Urban Fantasy in a post-WWII Los Angeles where vampires, zombies, and demons are part of the social fabric.

The San Fernando Valley is hot and the money is dry. Mitchell is a private investigator. He shares his office with a cat named Old Man Mose. Then there is the smart mouth and the bad habit of falling off furniture. Most calls are a waste of time.  Irv Lipshit is a prankster with a history When Irv Lipshits dials the number Mitchell takes the deal. Rent does not pay itself. This time he is offering a hundred dollars just for an audience. 

Los Angeles is changing and the shadows are getting longer. The supernatural is starting to bleed through the cracks of the Noir pavement. Ancient hunger and Wild Turkey do not mix well. Mitchell is about to find out that some jobs are priced high for a reason.  Gritty Supernatural Noir. Urban Fantasy.  The Master of Alternate History pivots to a world where magic is a hardboiled reality and the monsters are paying for your time.